Hello again! So I finished this chapter faster than I expected. I was very anxious and eager to write and that really helped. The chapter has two POV and it changes between them.

A quick warning there is a bit of violence in case someone is disturbed by that. It's not a usual thing that I write like a battle or execution nor is it extremely graphic in truth but it is a bit unexpected. But I felt like it was necessary to move the story forward and for characters to get where they needed to be.

I hope you all enjoy reading it!

She feels it building, a wave of anger, a fury, a need to start burning anything in her path. In the distance, she hears Drogon roar and the ground shakes as he land.

"My Queen," one of her commanders tries to say. But she holds up her hand up stopping anyone from speaking.

She takes a deep breath. Many deep breaths.

She can't deal with this today. Aegon isn't there with her, her emotions are also unstable, and she needs to take care of her three children.

"Has he said anything?" she asks, finally looking up at her commanders.

"He demands to see the King," one of the men answers.

"Demands?" she asks surprised, feeling her eyebrow raise.

"Aye, the fat man claims he's the Khal's friend, that if he talks to him, he'd be let go," one of the Dothraki leaders says.

And she feels the anger return.

"A friend? He still dares to claim himself that. The only friends my husband now has are the Freefolk," she declares and the few that are in the tent all stomp on the floor and grunt in agreement. "I will go to meet him."

Everyone rises, ready to accompany her to where Sam is being held. She feels Arya raise as well but the girl quickly exits, leaving her alone. For a moment she wonders where she has gone but pushes that thought out of her mind. She needs to get this done; she needs to return to her husband soon.

She ran out of that tent as soon as she could. She had seen the rage in the Queen's eyes and she needed to stop her. Sam was Jon's friend and she knew he would defend him. She needed to get Jon to stop his wife from killing Samwell Tarly.

So, she made her way to the royal tent and sees her brother slightly tossing and turning sweat once again covering his forehead.

"Dany… Dany…" he mumbles in his sleep and she decides to walk to his side, sitting on the bed and starts to shake him.

"Jon. Jon. Wake up," she says softly, making sure not to alert those around the tent.

It takes a few tries but Jon's eyes finally burst open, looking around crazily, trying to find focus. Her brother starts panicking.

"Dany… Dany…" is all he mumbles as he looks around the room.

"Jon, Jon it's me, Arya," she says and he seems to calm down a moment as he finally focuses on her.

"Arya? Why are you in my room?" he asks completely confused.

"I came to get you. Sam's here and your Queen is probably going to burn him," she says quickly.

"My Queen? Dany…" his gaze starts to cloud again.

"Jon. Jon!" she nearly shouts, trying to get his attention.

"Dany… Dany is dead… I…. I killed her…"

"She's alive Jon! You have to remember! She's going to go to Samwell your friend!" she shakes her brother again to no avail.

"I killed her… I told her she would always be my Queen… I kissed her… then stabbed her through the heart…" he says surprising her.

She never bothered to figure out how her brother had killed his beloved, she had just accepted that he had. But to hear that he killed her in a lover's embrace makes her sick.

"I killed her… she just wanted a home… a family… I killed my family… with a dagger," he mumbles.

Suddenly his eyes darken.

"You… you gave me the dagger… you told me to kill her… you and Tyrion…"

"Jon. Sam's been captured. Daenerys went to see him…" she tries to reason and leads his thoughts away from the one's going through his head.

"Sam… no, he… he hates Dany… you all hated her…" his eyes suddenly focus on her. "She's dead because of you."

"Jon, no," she tries standing and backing away but he grabs onto her arms.

"You told me to kill her!" he yells, tightening his hold. "She's dead because of you!"

She's scared. For the first time in years, she's afraid. Her brother looks at her with pure hatred and the more she pulls away the angrier he becomes.

"I loved her! Why couldn't any of you accept her! You took everything from me!" he shouts again and she hears someone entering.

"King Crow!" the person yells, and she thankfully identifies him as Tormund.

Jon glances towards Tormund, but never falters in his grip.

"Leave Tormund! I told you and all the Freefolk to leave me alone!" Jon yells at his friend.

"Aye," the man says carefully making his way into the tent but not before whispering something to the soldier next to him, who quickly runs away. "And I told your sister the same thing."

"Sister," he spats the word out. "She's not my sister! A sister wouldn't have done what she has."

"Jon," Tormund walks slowly towards them. "Daenerys…"

"Don't say her name!" Jon shouts.

"Alright, the Dragon Queen, she's alive, one of my men just went to get her," Tormund says.

"Dany… she's alive?" he says in disbelief and she feels his hold loosen just a tad but not enough to escape.

"She is and for some reason, she forgave your pretty face," the wildling adds.

"Dany…" he sighs.

"She's safe," Tormund assures him but that seems to be the wrong thing to say because his gaze once again becomes deadly and his grip tightens even more to the point of pain.

"No, she's not. She's here," Jon says gesturing towards her. "As long as she's alive, Dany won't be safe."

Before she can say anything, her brother's hands wrap around her neck and begin to choke her.

She's not sure what to expect when she enters the tent where Samwell is being kept with his family. She can't help but recall the last time she had gone to find this man to thank him for saving her Old Bear's life. She had gone to the man with joy and gratefulness, hoping to show the kind of queen she was, but in the end, it didn't matter.

It all ended horribly.

She takes a settling breath and enters with the presence of the Queen she is. She finds him sitting on a chair arms bound behind his back, his family is on a small cot their hands bound in front of them. She quickly walks towards them and unties their bonds, hating to see innocents held prisoners.

She starts with the oldest of the boys.

"Thank you," he says softly.

"You're welcome," she says with a smile, before moving on to the woman. "Once their binds are undone take them to get some food and fresh clothing," she orders.

"At once my Queen," one of her men answers and she begins untying the youngest boy's binds.

"You're pretty," the boy around Lyanna's age says.

"Thank you, sweet boy," she answers.

"You're welcome but my name isn't sweet boy," he answers.

"And what might your name be?" she asks.

"Jon, but they call me Little Jon just like they call my brother Little Sam," he answers proudly.

"Jon?" she turns her head to look at Samwell,

"Yup like the Great King in the North!" the boy tells her.

She turns back to look at Little Jon, a forced smile on her face.

"Alright Little Jon, my men here will take you, your brother and mother to get some warm food, while I talk to your father," she tells him calmly.

"Thank you, my Lady," the boy answers and they are led out of the tent, leaving her alone with Samwell.

There's a moment of silence and she can see the fear in the man's eyes.

"Jon? You dared to name your son that after what you all did?" she asks, her anger growing once again.

"I… We did nothing…" the man stutters.

"You exiled him for doing your so-called King's bidding!" she exclaims. "After he did everything for you all, you just threw him North to rot and go mad in his grief."

"He… he wouldn't go mad he's not a…" Sam stops himself.

"A what? A Targaryen? If your reveal did anything it was letting him and others know that he was indeed a Targaryen, the rightful King as you put it," she sneers. "And yet I find it odd that you, being his supposed best friend did not push for him to be king."

Sam gapes for a minute open and shutting his mouth.

"I…I knew he didn't want to be King," he finally stutters out.

"But when it was convenient for you, when you were so angry at me for killing your father and brother, it didn't matter what he wanted. You had to let him know he was Aegon Targaryen, right when he had found some happiness in his life, when the weight of the world was upon his shoulders just to get rid of the Evil Queen who had killed your traitorous father and brother!" she practically yells, letting out her frustrations.

"They weren't…" he tries to argue.

"They betrayed their liege, their own men from the Reach to fight with the Lannisters, if that's not treason I'm not sure what is," she tells him and he just sits there in silence.

"You are a selfish and conniving man Samwell Tarly. Just looking out for yourself and your selfish needs not caring who you must betray or con into believing your friendship, as long as you get what you want," she says.

"I didn't…"

"You used Jon to get South, to keep the girl you were infatuated with, to go to the Citadel, and finally to get rid of me and get your position of Grand Maester without having earned it. Yes, Tarly you're just as bad as your father."

She watches as his eyes fill with tears and it takes him a moment to try and collect himself.

"You were… you are a monster. He… he deserved his birthright… he deserved better than you," Tarly tries to say firmly but his voice still shakes.

She smiles sadly at the man.

"It's funny, how you all call me a monster and yet right now you serve a King who enters people's minds and takes away their free will, who has no emotions or considerations for the people he rules and who has lead this land into chaos," she stands right in front of him looking straight into his eyes.

"He didn't burn innocents."

"But he did starve them and execute them for doing nothing," she points out.

"I… I want to see Jon," Sam once again stutters.

"No," she says firmly.

"You have no say," Tarly says.

"Don't I?" she asks.

"He is the King, his power is the one that matters not yours," Sam says with joy as if he's found some sort of way to hurt her.

"Is that what you believe?" she asks and watches him nod with a small smirk. "Well I'm sorry to disappoint you Samwell but my husband and I rule as equals, neither above the other and if I say you're not seeing him, that is what will be done."

A flash a fear and horror come onto the man's face but is soon replaced by resignation.

"What will you do to my family?" he asks

"I don't blame a child for their parents' crimes, nor will I charge a wife for her husband," she tells him. "I will discuss with my husband what the options are and together we will decide their fate and yours."

Before something else can be said a solder comes bursting into the room, completely out of breath.

"My Queen… Tormund he sent me… the King," he pants out.

She hears nothing more as she rushes out of the tent and runs back to theirs.

Her vision had begun to darken as her life was choked out of her. All she could do is stare into the crazed eyes of her beloved brother.

The brother who had played with her as a child. The one who had defended her and covered for her when she would get in trouble. The one who had given her her first sword, letting her be who she wanted to be.

The one who she had betrayed along with her siblings for completely selfish reasons.

She had never wanted to lose her brother, the one who always saw her for who she was and cared for her more than her other siblings. She wanted her family back as it used to be, no matter how impossible that was. Watching him be happy and willing to leave with the Dragon Queen had caused her to follow whatever Sansa and Bran had said. To hate a woman before she even took the time to get to know her. She loved her brother. But since that day in Kings Landing when she handed him the dagger, she has never seen that brotherly love in his eyes again. At the most a familiar respect and affection.

But now, in her last moments, she just saw hatred and distrust, and she knows she deserves it.

A large body crashes into them and she can breathe again. She hears a struggle going on around her, but she can't focus on anything as her body tries to recover.

"What the fuck were you doing! I told ya not to come in here!" she hears a voice say far away.

She blinks over and over and is finally able to recognize Tormund standing in front of her. She hears other voices but can't seem to focus on them. She feels Tormund lift her up and toss her over his shoulder, taking her out of the tent.

The last thing she sees is a silver-haired woman comforting a broken dark-haired man before everything goes dark.